[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-the-unorthodox-sword-of-ming":3,"chapter-the-unorthodox-sword-of-ming-the-unorthodox-sword-of-ming-chapter-156":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","The Unorthodox Sword of Ming",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2337361,4570,"Chapter 156: Luck Is a Funny Thing","the-unorthodox-sword-of-ming-chapter-156",156,"\u003Cp>Pan Yun was beaten with twenty blows; whether it was because the executing disciples admired her charisma or someone had bribed them, she felt none of the expected pain—she didn’t even whimper. She was carried back to Fengqi Courtyard with a pale face and bitten lips, nothing more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Many students saw it and whispered, “Did you see? She spat blood and still didn’t make a sound—how tough she is.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Since the day she joined, I knew—someone like Zi Fang Shu had to follow her around, never taking a loss. Isn’t that toughness?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Her face was white as paper.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As soon as she was carried back to Fengqi Courtyard, Xuan Miao, Miao Zhen, and Miao He took scissors and cut open her clothes to clean her wounds and apply medicine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pan Yun groaned, “Hahaha.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xuan Miao glanced at her and didn’t let up, “I thought you truly didn’t feel pain—you even groan differently from everyone else.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But her hands moved faster, gentler; she lifted away the torn clothing, and Pan Yun let out a sharp “Ha!” and gritted her teeth: “Gentle, gentle, lighter!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Miao He’s eyes filled with tears as she choked out, “Fourth Master, they did this on purpose—how could they strike so hard?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xuan Miao said, “You’re wrong. They’ve already held back.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She added, “The school’s punishment rods are heavier than military ones. If they hadn’t held back, you’d be lying there as a bloody mess.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pan Yun nodded, “They definitely held back. It hurt, but didn’t damage bones or tendons. I know some executioners can make you feel almost no pain—like striking a bull from across the mountain—power penetrates deep, crushing bones inside while the skin shows only light wounds.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Miao He shuddered, “There’s a method like that?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of course. When I was being beaten, I thought of it—how force pierces the skin, then CRASHES into the internal organs, just like the Bone-Piercing Palm. I could press my palm on someone’s chest, nothing visible outside, but inside—organs and bones shattered—Aaaah—” Pan Yun screamed, unable to utter a full sentence, “Ooooh.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xuan Miao pulled back the cotton cloth from her wound, expressionless: “Still have the energy to think of this? Seems you really don’t hurt much.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pan Yun weakly reached out: “Fourth Sister, it really hurts—because it hurts, I’m trying to distract myself, that’s why I thought of this. I’ve been beaten already—I need to get something out of it… Aaaah—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xuan Miao: “Not me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Miao Zhen panicked: “It’s me, Fourth Master said to clean the wound with this medicine before applying ointment—I didn’t realize it was so harsh…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pan Yun collapsed onto the bed, face blank with despair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The medicine from Mount Sanqing worked wonders: by evening, the pain had faded; the next day, her wounds itched and began to scab.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xuan Miao kept urging her to channel her yuan force to accelerate healing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Your wounds must be fully healed before you enter the Reflection Cliff. Otherwise, it won’t help you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pan Yun: “Only three days? How can it heal this fast?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But she was still a good girl who listened—though she muttered it was impossible, her actions were swift: she activated her cultivation method, lay prone, and directed yuan force to swirl around her lower back and buttocks, boosting skin vitality, supplying more energy, and coating the wounds to block out dirt…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The weather was so hot—perfect for bacteria to thrive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pan Yun didn’t let Miao Zhen and Miao He idle; she sent them down the mountain to buy a large wooden barrel with a lid, two big wooden basins, rice, flour, oil, salt—even a stove and charcoal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though they didn’t understand why she needed these, they found time to go down and buy everything on her list.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Feiyin, after treating Dai Yong, saw this and hurried down the mountain to bring back several cured pork hams, several cured chickens, and two large baskets of vegetables, shoving them all at her: “Store it all away—these will last a month and a half.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pan Yun: …\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How did you know my Sleeve of Heaven and Earth can hold so much?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Feiyin tilted his head: “Can’t hold it? Then how did all your things vanish? The Embroidered Uniform Guard dug up the ground three feet deep and found nothing of yours—wasn’t it all stored?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He urged: “Throw away useless junk. Fill your space with food and drink—that’s what matters.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pulled out numerous medicine bottles from his person.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One moment he pulled seven or eight vials from his left sleeve, the next seven or eight jars from his right—soon the edge of her bed was piled high: “Store it all. You’re still building your foundation—those bottles have no spiritual energy, so use medicinal power to compensate. This ointment is for healing…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pan Yun looked at his left sleeve, then his right, and sighed deeply, “Oh~~” She’d been slow to realize—his sleeves weren’t big; it was the space inside them that mattered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pan Yun took everything without hesitation: “Any more?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Feiyin tapped her forehead: “More? Supporting you is almost as costly as supporting two of your Third Brother. Do you know how much we spent just on Dai Yong’s medicine?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pan Yun hesitated, then painfully pulled out her money box from her spiritual realm: “Big Brother…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Feiyin pretended not to see, saying: “Luckily, we brought plenty of silver on this trip to maintain our dignity. If outsiders found out Mount Sanqing couldn’t even afford this compensation, how embarrassing?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So, little sister, next time you act, hold back. I don’t care who you beat—but I care about the money we pay out. Mine or yours.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“They’re wrong—you strike back, make them feel pain—but don’t hurt yourself: body, mind, or purse.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pan Yun placed the money box under her chin, nodding vigorously, whispering: “So, Big Brother, my money…” Wang Feiyin reached for her money pouch: “You’re not safe keeping it. I’ll hold it for you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pan Yun clutched it tightly: “You must clarify—is this money I paid out, or money you’re holding for me? If it’s the former, fine—I paid willingly. But if it’s the latter… Big Brother, your luck with money is worse than mine.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fool, what do you need money for? While you have it, buy medicine and stockpile. Don’t you know alchemy costs money? Cultivation isn’t just about practice—it’s about pills, understand?” Wang Feiyin said: “Give me the money. I’ll trade it all for medicine.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pan Yun loosened her grip slightly: “But my father and family…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“They have hands and feet. You’ve sent them plenty already. Why send more?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I mean, we must save money for future appeals. I can’t keep money—I send it to them to hold for me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why go far? I’m unlucky, but you have several disciples. Better to store it with them—or in a bank. Say you’re lending it to them, keep the proof, and withdraw anytime. Better than sending it to Datong.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pan Yun stared at him skeptically: “Big Brother, why suddenly don’t you want me sending money to Datong?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Feiyin paused, then whispered: “Today, I suddenly realized—you’re leaking wealth.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Aren’t I always leaking wealth?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Feiyin: “Now it’s worse.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>!.read\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pan Yun widened her eyes: “Why?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Feiyin spread his hands: “How should I know? And not only you—your family’s wealth is leaking too. The change is slight, but I think keeping money close is better.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If it’s truly leaking wealth, spend it quickly to avert disaster. We cultivators have no shortage of ways to spend—buying a decent talisman costs hundreds of taels. Your money? Just a drop in the ocean.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pan Yun still searched for reasons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing her stubbornness, Wang Feiyin shook his head: “You’re still too young. I’ve lived through all this. A person’s fortune changes—gradually, you grow used to it. Just assume the worst in everything.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pan Yun frowned: “Can’t we find the reason?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Not everything has an answer—especially not an immediate one. Some things take ten, twenty, even a hundred years to understand, only clear when you look back.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pan Yun fell silent, then asked: “If humans don’t know, what about cats? Where’s my cat? Where’s my cat?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pan Xiaohei leapt in through the window, watching her silently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What could it know?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It’s not even human.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile, the three men locked in the Punishment Hall had just had their cultivation stripped. At this moment, their hatred for Pan Yun and Zhang Weiliang reached its peak—even turning inward toward themselves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They glared at Nong Zhiyi: “If not for your instigation, we wouldn’t have threatened Cui Huai.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nong Zhiyi let out a bitter laugh: “You only lost your cultivation—you can rebuild. I lost my dantian.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The three fell silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nong Zhiyi said: “If you did it, don’t regret it. We knew why we acted.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Easy words. Don’t you hate Pan Yun? Don’t you hate Zhang Weiliang and the school?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nong Zhiyi’s gaze was heavy as he whispered: “I don’t hate them. I hate only that I wasn’t born into a powerful family, that my talent is insufficient. Otherwise, how could I end up like this?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, the three realized Dai Yong’s fate might be the best.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was foolish, but his cultivation remained—he could live out his life in the school, well-fed and cared for.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nong Zhiyi refused to be a fool. His dantian was cracked, but he believed he could repair it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was no worse than any of them—only without backing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he had Zhang Weiliang’s or Pan Yun’s patrons, he’d be stronger than them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pan Yun learned from Pan Xiaohei that the three had lost their cultivation and hated her deeply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She lay face-down, expressionless, groaning constantly—but never regretted what she’d done. If she could do it again, she’d strike harder, make the incident bigger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if it cost her merit, even if she grew even more unlucky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Feiyin stared at the money box in her arms: “Will you give me the money—or rather, entrust it to the temple for safekeeping?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pan Yun shoved the box at him: “Forget safekeeping—just spend it. Buy all kinds of herbs. Big Brother, send Third Brother down to buy double the rice, flour, oil, salt, chicken, duck, fish, meat—and cinnabar, talisman paper—buy as much as you can. Spend it all.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Feiyin opened the box, glanced inside, and clicked his tongue: “So bold? I thought you were rich—this little? You want to make medicine? Dream on.” He’d have to subsidize it again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pan Yun looked up and grinned at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1747,"2026-06-20T22:03:57.478Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","7844df1676d5e0c56464473874555b9c76a174643721994deb0dd72d5d3e34af","the-unorthodox-sword-of-ming-chapter-157","the-unorthodox-sword-of-ming-chapter-155",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-unorthodox-sword-of-ming-cover.jpg"]